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Glass chains

Glass chains are broken. You are here,
No words to say. No more I doubt,
My joy within, my pain without...

Glass chains are broken. You are here.
I don"t know why, I don"t know how.
Fantastic dreams are shadows now.

My hair is burning in your hands,
My lips are bleeding with your kisses...
You have to leave, I understand.
I"ll miss you.

Glass chains are broken. You are here.
To my surprise, I make you smile.
You make me cry. Just for a while.

Glass chains are broken. You are here.
No time to waste, no life to die.
No heart to break, no eyes to lie.

My hair is burning in your hands,
My lips are bleeding with your kisses...
You have to leave, I understand.
I"ll miss you.

Donne-moi l"enfer! L"acier de ton regard
Me crie d"amour et de desir.
Tu sais blesser avec la lame de l"art
De me soumettre, de me seduire.

Oh, give me hell! My passions lie so deep
At cemeteries of my sins.
You wake my demon from its sleep.
I dare not think of what it means.

Dame l"inferno! Dame tu dolor.
Cobra mis suenos con tu piel.
Mis labios sienten tu sabor,
Sabor de sangre y de miel.


THE DOOMED TREE"S SONET

Where have you been? - I had so many ways... -
And you"re my root, my ever standing
Sunsets, sunrises and sunrays
Were passing by as I was waiting.

So many strangers tearing leaves,
But full of love, I gave them shadow.
I realize that they were thieves:
They were not you... And now, I"m ready.

Don"t hide your axe, I know it all,
When I am burnt it will be warmer.
No sympathy: it"s growing cold;
You are the master, not a mourner.

I just want you to understand:
My life is pulsing in your hand.

LES PRISONIERS

Briser les ondes de la lumière.
Chercher les coeurs des feux.
Et être une petite prisonière
Des murs, des yeux.

Les feuilles vertes d"arbres,
Les feuilles blanches du papier
Sont les fenêtres de nos âmes,
Mon prisonier.

C"est le passé qui nous dirige,
Nous sommes les mondes séparés.
Nos coeurs ne sont que les véstiges
De vies passées.

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